Hate was what Hisashi felt as his very insides churned to release the flames from his stomach, smoke pouring from his flared nostrils.
He smirked, if his little bastard was Quirkless, then he needed to be weeded out, just like all of those other useless weeds. As Hisashi looked around, he found just what he needed.
He inhaled, and then pushed. Literal white hot flames poured from his mouth as they began to cover the base of the apartment, the dead grass around it lighting up alarmingly fast. As he walked away, he could faintly hear the screams.
Or maybe it was his imagination, trying to satisfy his urge to burn those two to a damned crisp?
Something was off. Inko could feel it inside of her very soul. Then, the smell started. It was thick, suffocating, and she knew who did it. "Izuku, we need to leave, now." He only nodded, hurrying into his room, and coming out not even a minute later with a backpack filled to the brim with everything he could fit into it.
She grabbed her sons hand, after she used her Quirk to grab her phone, and dialed emergency services. She swiftly told them the address, and hung up, all the while taking her son by the hand, down the stairs, and to the parking lot, all while flames began to eat away at the building.
One thought went through Inko's head before she turned away from her once home.
What now?
Mitsuki Bakugo was many things, fiery, passionate, angry (sometimes), and authorative. Well, color her surprised when she gets a phone call from her unofficial sister, she would've been happy, had Inko not been hysterical. As her best friend told her about what her dick-sucking husband did, Mitsuki felt herself getting angrier by the second. And then, the final sentence, was what hit home. "Where are me and Izuku gonna stay now?"
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"With me."